The Celestial Smackdown
they'd come from land
from the school yard
into your mobile phone
-throughout history they'd roam
trolls, you know
the ones that think they're better than you
better than me?
uh!, the audacity
they poop all over your hard work
only to display some garbage they wrote
spilling baby corpses out their hooha
what was that, a sigh?
did you just roll your eyes?
it's not my fault your inspiration is arrogance
stroking your own ego for attention
frolicking in the sky like Jesus
yeah, let's see how far that gets you
so, what is your poetry?
is it the snide lines of jealousy?
I would argue my poetry is a painting
the ink, my very feelings
not that I have anything to prove
not to likes of any troll